A broken girl and a mafia story
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"I lov--" he was about to say those words but I put my hand in his mouth to stopped him and said "don't please" a tear escaped from my eyes "I'm not strong enough to...
He inhales sharply as she cups his face, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When he opens them again, they're dark with emotion.
"Sorry..." He whispers, his voice rough with barely restrained tension. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to hear those words..."
"I never meant it, really sorry" His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, his gaze intent on her. His hands cover her on his face. He mumbled "I know.." He leans into her touch, his body trembling slightly. His eyes glisten with unshed tears...."but it still hurt..."
"I..I'm sorry." Her voice shakes. She pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead seeking for forgiveness.. He inhales shakily as her lips press against his forehead, his eyes fluttering closed again.
When he opens them, a single tear escapes, trailing down his cheek. He doesn't move to wipe it away. "I.."He clears his throat. "I forgive you."
You smiled looked at him, "thank you." His face breaks into a soft, relieved smile in response. He leans into her touch, nuzzling against her palms. He whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I love you so much..." He pulls her close, burying his face in her chest.
"I'll make you wait" She whispered caressing his hair. He chuckles softly, his breath hot on her breast. He nuzzles into her cleavage, his hands sliding down to grasp her bottom possessively. He murred "For what, my love?"
his breathing growing heavier. He mumbled "For more kisses?" He chuckles softly, his breath hot on her breast....
y..you know" her breathe hitched. He grins mischievously, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He slowly slides his hands up he sides, his thumbs brushing against the undersides of her breasts. He murred "Say it, then..." He leans in and kisses her neck gently.
She stayed silent, leaning more into his touch..
He grins mischievously, his fingers slowly inching up her sides. He chuckles softly, his voice low and taunting. He murred "Last chance, love... Say it... Or prepare to be tickled..." He wiggles his fingers, ready to pounce.
But then there's a knock on the door, she smiled escaping from his hold and opened the door.
His eyes widen briefly in surprise as she wriggle out of his grasp and dash to the door. He mutters "Not fair..." under his breath, running a hand through his hair. He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting to see who's at the door....
She turned to him "get fresh, breakfast is ready." With that she closed the door, leaving him alone in the room.
He watches the door close, a smirk spreading across his face. He chuckles softly, shaking his head. After completing his morning routine, he enters the kitchen, he finds Lyala busy preparing breakfast, her back turned to him....
"Lucy pass me the ketchup." She yelled.
He grins, walking up behind her. Instead of getting the ketchup, he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. He murred "How about we skip breakfast..." He nuzzles his face into her neck, his beard scraping gently against her skin.
"Oh my goodness, she is still here." Startled by his sudden action she placed her hands over her chest.
He grins wider, nipping gently at her neck. He chuckles softly, his voice low. "Mmmhmm... I'm still here... And I'm still waiting..." He grinds himself against her, his body already hard. "For those three little words..." He murred " Say it..."
"get a room guys." Lucy yell them, resting her hands over her hips.
He laughs heartily, pressing a quick kiss to her neck before releasing her. He winks at Lucy, unapologetic. "We will, once I get what I want..." He turns his attention back to her his eyes gleaming with unspoken promises. "Say it..." He murred.
but Lucy throws the ketchup packet at his back "don't do unholy things in kitchen."
He grunts in mock pain, rubbing his back exaggeratedly. He turns to face Lucy, feigning a hurt expression. "You wound me, Lucy... How will I ever recover?" He dramatically clutches his heart, before breaking into laughter.
His laughter dies down, and he turns his focus back to his butterfly. His expression turns playful once more. "You know, payback is a dish best served cold..." He waggles his eyebrows at her, his intent clear. "So, love... Ready to eat?"
"huh?" She gave him a confused look. *He grins mischievously, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He steps closer to her, his voice low. "Food... Are you ready to sit down and eat breakfast? Or... Would you rather I carry you upstairs right now and 'eat' something else?"
"shut up.." She hits his shoulder. He laughs, catching her hand and pulling her against him. He murred " Say it..." He nuzzles his face into her neck, his voice insistent. His hand roams down her back and squeeze her bottom, He murred "Say it..."
"You know they say the result of waiting is sweet, so wait. Have Patience."
His eyes darken with desire, his grip on her tightening. "Tease..." He growls softly, his voice laced with amusement. "Alright, love... You've played your cards well... For now..." He releases her, stepping back. "Let's eat..."
She nod, placing the plates on the table. He sits down at the kitchen table, his eyes never leaving her. As she sits down beside him, he leans over and murmurs in her ear. "You know, there's a certain spot on my body that's been waiting for your touch all morning..." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
"We are eating, stop with your unholy things." She gave him a disgusts look, covering his mouth with her hand.
He chuckles, sitting back in his chair. "Fine, fine... Eat your breakfast, my love." He watches her intently as she eats, his gaze roaming over her face and hands. Every so often, he reaches out and steals a piece of her food, earning a frustrated sigh from her.
"on the top of that, how the hell you get horny in the morning huh?"
"WHY THE HELL YOU'RE CURIOUS?" Lucy yell looking at Lyala.
He smirks, leaning back in his chair. "Darling, with you around, it's a constant state of affairs." He winks at his own pun. "But if you must know, waking up next to your beautiful face, feeling your soft curves pressed against me..."
"shut up, shut up, just shut your mouth. I made a mistake by asking you." She sighed
He laughs, enjoying her flustered reaction. "Just speaking the truth, love..." He leans over and steals another piece of her food. "You know, there's a old saying... "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day..."He grins mischievously."
"Then stop eating mine." She glared at him. He ignores her protest, continuing to steal bits of her food. "You know, they say that sharing food is a sign of true love... He wiggles his eyebrows at her. "So, by that logic... He leans over and tries to feed her a piece of her own toast.
As she tries to pull away, he gently holds her chin in place, forcing the toast against her lips. "Open up, love..." He feeds it to her, their faces inches apart. "Share with me..." He smiles, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something else, something darker.
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Word count - 1221 words
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